At this point my camera (AKA cell phone) had ZERO "storage" left, and, honestly, I didn't mind forgetting about it and just experiencing the day. It was an exhausting one, though! By the time we stumbled into the piazza that marked the end of the trek, my legs were doing that "twitch whenever you stop moving" thing and my eyes were doing that "see blazes that aren't really there" thing. I dropped like a sac of potatoes onto a
bench, started giggling like a child, and high-fived mom & Mike as though we'd conquered the world ('cause that's what you'd do if you conquered the world). Once we got ourselves together, we sought out a taxi, got into a moving vehicle for the first time in four days (were driven to dinner night 1), and savored the AC all the way across town to the AirBnB that would be our home for THREE nights straight. Woop woop for putting down roots!